Post by raven on Sept 2, 2012 22:19:49 GMT -5
Chapter 1:
A Traveller’s Offer
Chris sat in the burnt remains of his home. After a fire he had been very scared of his new life here in the burnt remains of his home. Charcoal stained his skin and clothes. His green eyes stared up at the crows that hovered overhead. He finally stood and didn't know where to go.
I could go to town, but face it. The people who burned down my home could be there.
Chris thought. He scavenged through the remains of his home. He found nothing. He then saw carriage pass and saw the famous traveller, Sir Mark who passed. Mark looked at the boy, and for a second, him and Chris made eye contact. Mark had green eyes and was muscular. Mark also had brown hair like Chris. Mark then kept going to Pendora. Chris's eyes widen as he watched him pass. He had to follow, Mark was a great traveler and Chris had to meet him.
Chris ran into the forest, past the trees to the river. He quickly began to wash his white shirt was now grey and washed the charcoal from his skin. Then there were his jeans, stained black now, but it didn't look to bad. He then began to wash his brown hair until it was clean. He ran fast and nearly crashed into a tree. He kept going. He had to meet him. When he finally got to camp he crashed into Sir Mark. Mark didn't fall, didn't even step back.
"You boy, I seen you by the burnt house." Mark said. He watched as Chris pulled himself from the ground.
"Yes Sir. That was I." Chris answered.
Excitement rushed through him and he felt like he was going to explode from excitement. Mark examined the boy.
"What were you doing there? You were covered in charcoal." Mark asked. Chris felt stunned; he forgot that Mark had seen him there. Now Chris was scared.
"That was my home." Chris gulped. Mark stared at him, like he was trying to see Chris's soul. To Chris it seemed to burn.
"Your an orphan." Mark sighed. Chris was now more scared then ever. What was Mark going to do with him?
Mark only looked at him. "Well the least I can do is offer you lunch." Mark said.
Mark's black hair seemed to be solid; his grey eyes seemed to be bright. "R-really! With me." Chris answered.
Excitement swelled over him quickly and it seemed he was frozen. "Come boy." Mark called. Mark got into his carriage.
"But my jeans there covered in charcoal." Chris answer. Mark looked at the boy’s jeans. "I don't mind boy, come sit." Mark told him. Chris smiled and sat down. For once something had gone good after the fire. Mark still looked at him in an odd way.
When they got there Chris was excited. Mark got then some lunch and they began to eat. Chris was still nervous about Mark's opinion of him. He was wearing stained black jeans and his shirt was now grey. Chris wanted to break the silent, but didn't know what to say to the traveler. Then he finally thought of something.
"Where do you come from?" Chris asked. Mark looked at Chris; his grey eyes seemed barren now.
"I come from Advadea, I am the traveller of king Winston and Prince Aaron." Mark explained. Chris always wanted to travel to Advadea, he never had the time to though and his parents had told him it was too far away.
"I always wanted to travel there." Chris sighed.
His heart seems to sink; now he would never go to the Kingdom of Advadea. With his parents’ dead, he had almost no money. Mark looked at the boy, knowing sorrows filled his heart.
"Well you are an orphan, you can travel with me if you want to?" Mark asked.
"I need a good cook. If you can?" Mark finished his sentence and looked at the boy. Chris's eyes widen, he knew how to cook very well.
"Yes I can cook and I would love to come with you Sir Mark." Chris answered. He was
now excited, for now he would be known to the world, not just the town of Pendora, but perhaps the world or just there land of Kangdana.
"You know boy I never got your name. What is it?" Mark asked.
His stern grey eyes looked into the boy's blue eyes. Nervously Chris answered.
"My name is Chris." Mark smiled, as if amused of his name.
"Chris, well we better get going if we are going to get to Advadea by nightfall." Mark explained. He led the boy out the door and the hopped into the carriage. Mark grabbed the rains of the horse and they began to ride off.
Another man ho rode in the back of the carriage looked at Chris, but didn’t say a word to him. Chris watched as they passed the burnt house, his once home, was gone and he was going to new horizons.
Chris remembered his parents, how he wished he could be with them one last time. The man in the back finally spoke up.
“Sir Mark, you know not many will like this, do you?” Mark didn’t turn, but it was as if he was thinking of what to say.
“Yes I do William. Many will not, but lets face it we need a cook.” Mark answered. After hearing the man’s name, it made Chris feel more comfortable around him for some reasoning. William was tall and muscular and had black hair and brown eyes that seemed not to care much for Chris. The road was bumpy and it was far. Chris had only seen tree, but then he could see a few mountains. Still they rode on.
“How far is Advadea?” Chris asked. His voice seems to crock under pressure. Mark looked at him for a second, as if he had forgotten he was there.
“Just over the mountains.” Mark answered. The way seemed long and boring.
“Sir Mark, we can’t possibly make it over the mountains before nightfall.” William said. William was still looking at Chris.
Chris could feel William’s brown eyes staring at him. Fear now surged through Chris.
“I know, we can camp here tonight.” Mark said. Mark pulled on the rains and the horses stopped and then went to the side. William pulled out the sleeping bags, three in this case. A few minutes later the stars came out.
Chris couldn’t sleep, so he left his sleeping beg and went into the forest. It seemed like the forest was calling to him. A bone-chilling howl broke through the quiet night. Chris was deep in the forest, a little scared. Then Chris could see red eyes though the trees. Chris stopped, fear gathered in him. A large Wolf Man walked out of the shadows.
“Look here a midnight snack.” The Wolf Man growled. Chris’s heart skipped a beat and he stepped back.
Chris was about to run, but fell back over a tree root. The Wolf Man picked Chris up. “Hmm, two choices, to curse you with the moon or to eat you. You will be killed if I curse you with the moon and I can eat you later.” The Wolf Man chuckled. Chris struggled to try and get out of his grip. Chris kicked him in the stomach and was dropped to the cold ground. He ran as fast as he could, but then tripped again, but this time on a rock. He had cuts now that put his blood on the rocks. Then the Wolf Man appeared again.
“That blood. Hmm smells delicious. I can’t waste a meal like you.” The Wolf Man growled.
“Please don’t eat me!” Chris cried. Tears streamed down his eyes. Chris was now waiting for the Wolf Man’s claws to rip into his flesh.
Blood flew into the air as the Wolf Man had cut Chris in his left and tasted his blood. Chris wailed in pain and more tears came from his eyes. Then more blood, but it wasn’t Chris’s blood. He heard a grunt from the Wolf Man as he dropped Chris.
Chris looked pass the Wolf Man’s leg to see Sir Mark standing there. Then it all went black for Chris. He had fainted from the shock and blood loss.
“Leave the boy.” Mark snapped. The Wolf Man paused to remove the knife from his upper right arm.
“Why should I? His blood and skin is tasteful.” The Wolf Man chuckled. The knife thrown at the Wolf Man was now flying through the air.
The knife made contact with Mark’s left leg. He grunted, but didn’t fall to the ground. Blood flew through the air and onto the rocks below. Taking a chance, the Wolf Man slashed Mark’s other leg. Mark had just enough time to hit the Wolf Man in the shoulder. The wolf man laugh, then spoke.
“That isn’t a good move.” Then while the Wolf Man was detracted William cut his head off with a silver blade.
“What a racket. Are you okay Mark?” William asked. Mark looked at William.
“The boy is hurt worse William. Worry about him.” Mark answered. William walked over to Chris. Chris body had much blood on it. William picked up Chris. Mark followed as they returned to the sleeping bags.
William set Chris down onto his and took out a bag.
“I will bandage the boy first. You rest Sir Mark.” William said as he grabbed a needle. He inserted it near the wound. The one wound was dark red.
“The Werewolf tried to infect him with the curse.” William said sadly. It went from a well-spoken sentence to a moan. The dark red wound changed into a lighter colour then what it was. Grabbing an old shirt he wrapped it around Chris’s wound. Mark looked at his wounds, the wounds was also dark red.
“Tried to infect me to.” Mark said. William gave him the needle and medicine.
“Well at least you’re not out.” William said. Mark did it himself since William wouldn’t.
“I just hope the boy lives to see the light.” Mark sighed. He looked at Chris’s body. William’s brown eyes stared at the blood, then retreated to look at Sir Mark.
“He will be fine.” William answered, even though there was no question.
The moon was in the middle of the dark sky. It wasn’t full so it was a good thing. Werewolves changed ever night, but on a full moon they were at the peak of there power. The moon was crescent, which meant that the Werewolf they had fought was just naturally strong.
“Did the Werewolf really wake you William? Or was it other reasons?” Mark asked. As if he suspected something.
“The same other reasons as the night before.” William answered. His brown eyes darted to Chris. Chris was still out like a light.
“You have changed William. In so many ways.” Mark sighed. Mark eyes looked down to the ground.
“Well it happens.” William said. He toke one more look at Chris.
“Chris shouldn’t travel with us to Carvak. It will be much too dangerous after what happened to night.” William was now finished what he had to say. He looked back to Mark. Mark stood up from sitting on the cold hard ground.
“If this is the one spoken of. If so he will have to stay in Advadea.” Mark sighed. Mark looked around and heard another howl.
“It is far away Mark. If not we should still stay and teach Chris how to fight. After tonight we don’t want that to happen again.” William said. This night was a close threat to Chris’s life.
“True. We can’t let this happen again. William I will stand guard tonight. I am not that much injured that I can’t guard Chris.” Mark said.
“No Mark. You are weak I can guard Chris. I don’t want it that you might die on watch. You rest I can’t get to sleep.” William demanded. Mark looked into the brown eyes of William. His green eyes blazed as if he would certainly disagree with what William had said.
“Fine you can watch Chris. I just hope he will be okay. We can’t let him die. He is too important.” Mark said. William only nodded.
William was tired, but knew that he would be best to watch for any threat to them. Mark was now laying down on his in his sleeping bag and began to doze into a long sleep that may turn out restless. The horses were oddly still asleep.
William looked up at the crescent moon; there were many reasons why the Werewolf didn’t attack. That only Mark and him knew about. William toke one more look at Chris. His brown eyes seem to burn and his black hair swung when he turned to look at him.
“Good Luck Chris. You will need all your strength for what you might have to do. All I hope is that Melissa will be pleased.” William whispered. Acting as if Chris could hear him at the moment.
Chapter 2:
Finish The Trip To Advadea
Chris’s eyes opened, he looked to see that he was injured. He noticed William was sitting on the carriage, eyes closed. William’s eyes opened as he looked at Chris.
“I see you are awake.” William said. Chris noticed that Mark was gone. Chris was now nevus; he now thought that Mark was dead.
“Where is Mark?” Chris asked. Eyes filled with much worry, hoping he was okay.
“He is down at the stream. The horses needed a drink; we also needed more water before we go to Advadea.” William answered. A few moments later Mark appeared from the woods.
“Lets go we don’t have all day.” Mark said. He got the horses ready. Everyone got into the carriage. Then they were off on the road to Advadea. Soon they arrived to the foot of the mountain. Chris thought that William hated him very much, enough that he wouldn’t have saved him.
“What happened to me?” Chris asked. Mark frowned, but William just leaned back against the back on his seat.
“You were attack by a Werewolf. Better be lucky he didn’t kill you.” William explained.
“If William hadn’t come we could have both been dead.” Mark sighed. William was his faithful friend, but what Chris didn’t know was about his dark secret on why he really was up that night.
“William, Mark, I am sorry for sneaking out last night. I couldn’t sleep, but I can’t believe I went out like that.” Chris said. He couldn’t tell him how it felt like the forest was calling him, trying to get him to nearly be killed. They had just started going up from the foot of the mountain and the road was bumpier then Chris had imagined.
“It is fine Chris.” William answered. Most of the way after that was quiet. Then when they got to the top, Advadea was at the bottom, undisturbed.
“There it is Advadea.” Mark smiled. He stopped the horses for a few moments for Chris to take a look at the Kingdom. Then Mark snapped the rains and the horses were off. They began to walk again and they descended down the mountain. In about two hours they were in the kingdom. People were walking to the market places and to other areas.
“Where are we going?” Chris asked. His green eyes filled with curiosity. Where could we be going? Are we just passing through Advadea? Chris thought.
“We are going to the palace. Mark needs to talk to the king Winston and Aaron.” William explained. Chris had noticed that Mark hadn’t been talking much today. Maybe he was a little mad at Chris. Chris gulped as they pulled up to the castle. They went across the bridge and made the horses wait there. Chris, thinking he wasn’t going in didn’t move after they had pulled up.
“Are you coming Chris?” Mark asked. His voice, it wasn’t angry, he must have just not wanted to talk.
“Yes.” Chris answered immediately. He jumped down from the carriage and followed William and Mark inside. He notice a girl, but she ducked away too fast for Chris to get a look at her.
“Melissa where are you going?” Mark asked smiling. The girl reappeared from where she had been. Chris noticed she had brown hair and blue eyes. What scared Chris was what she was holding. The girl was holding a scythe in her hand. It was fancy, large blue back, with a black top blade and the regular metal one below.
“I didn’t want to be seen. I don’t want trouble for you bringing that boy.” Melissa snapped. Chris now knew who the girl was.
“Still carry that scythe everywhere eh?” William asked.
“You know why.” Melissa snapped. Then she walked off. What a mysterious girl. Chris thought. Then a man with black hair and green eyes can in from a different door, King Winston, a younger man followed, that had blond hair and blue eyes, Prince Aaron.
“Sir Mark, what is going on in the South?” Winston asked. He looked at Chris then.
“Mark why is this boy here?” Winston asked, his voice a little angry. He was now frowning.
“This is Chris, our new cook for our travels. The South is fine.” Mark answered. He only looked at the king.
“That boy can’t go to Carvak with you.” Aaron said.
“Chris will stay.” William answered. He hadn’t talked much after Melissa had left. Chris was now shocked.
“But… but, I have hardly traveled.” Chris complained. Mark looked at Chris.
“It is too dangerous.” Mark told him Chris looked down at the ground with sad eyes.
“What can the boy do?” Winston asked. Stroking his chin.
“He can cook.” William answered. Chris’s dreams felt shattered. He wanted to go with William and Mark. Will they return from their journey? Chris thought. He hoped so; his hero’s death would sadden him now that he had the chance to meet him.
“We will go tomorrow Winston.” Mark said. They started to walk down the hall. Chris followed.
“Chris you should know your way around. Aaron will probably come to your room tomorrow.” William explained.
The tapping of shoes can and a girl as walking down the hall. She had short black hair, green eyes, and she was very tall.
“I heard you were back dad.” She said in a gentle voice. Dad, Mark has a daughter. Chris thought. Now it seemed he didn’t know so much about his hero after all.
“Was, but I am leaving again tomorrow. Chris this is Anna. She is my daughter.” Mark explained.
“Nice to meet you.” Anna greeted. Mark kept walking as Anna continued her way down the hall. The palace still seemed so big to Chris yet.
“By the sounds of it Chris, you will be working in the kitchen.” William said.
Chris nodded, it did seem like it by the sound in Winston’s voice. Chris all of a sudden remembered last night, the Wolf Man. Would someone like that be found here, Probably not in the palace, but in town? Chris thought. His wonders almost astonished him.
“Chris, are you even paying attention?” Mark asked. Chris came out of his thoughts. He looked at Sir Mark.
“Sorry, I was lost in thoughts.” Chris explained. They kept walking. Passing many doors and one odd door.
“What is in there?” Chris asked. He stared at the solid black door. This door was black, not brown and there was no fancy embroidering.
“Don’t go in there. That is Melissa’s room and she will be mad if you go in there. Unless if she gives you permission, don’t even touch the door.” Mark explained. Chris looked at the black door. Why is it not like the others? Chris thought. He wanted to ask, but didn’t bother. There were probably secrets in this castle. “We should head down to the Dining Room. It will be lunch soon.” William advised. They kept walking, now turning to head to the Dining hall. Melissa was already in the room. Melissa’s scythe was beside her.
Why is that thing always beside her? Does she have a lot of enemies? Chris thought. So many questions that he thought needed to be answered. Melissa glared at Chris. Then she got up and grabbed her scythe. Leaving into the hall they had just came from.
“She is still bitter.” Mark whispered. Chris was just able to hear the words that came from his mouth. Soon Aaron came from a different hallway.
“So Chris? How old are you?” Aaron asked. It seemed so long since he had been asked the question. Not even Mark or William knew Chris’s age.
“I am 16.” Chris answered to Prince Aaron’s question.
“You can begin battle training.” Aaron said. He looked around.
“Where did Melissa go? I wanted her to stay here.” Aaron asked.
“Probably to her room. I don’t see why she is still around.” Mark answered. Still around? What does he mean? Chris thought.
“The king needs her for something.” Aaron answered. Chris still was confused by the conversation.
“The plan can still work.” William said.
“What are you talking about?” Chris asked. He didn’t like being left out of this conversation.
“Well Melissa was to be executed for attempting to poison the king. That is why you should stay away from her.” Aaron explained. He sat down.
“Lets sit down.” Aaron said. The three of them sat down on one of the seats.
“The king won’t execute me.” Melissa emerged from the hall. She sat down in her seat once again.
“Melissa, what happened yesterday? There were knives in the garden.” Aaron asked. What? Knives were in a garden. What is going on here? Chris thought. He wished he knew more about this castle.
“They were thrown at me! I wasn’t going to go pick them up after that!” Melissa snapped. She had to be angry.
“Well you could have tried. Hey where are you going?” Aaron snapped back at her.
“To my room. You all act like you don’t need me!” Melissa muttered. She began to walk down the hall. A door slammed close and we could hear it from the Dining Hall.
“She is as angry as a hornet.” Aaron muttered. Chris agreed she did seem mad. He wanted to go to her room and see why she left, but remembered what Mark had told him.
“Is she really that mean?” Chris asked. He looked at Aaron.
“That is pretty much her happy.” Aaron answered with a mutter. Chris looked at the hall. If that is her angry I don’t want to see her angry. Chris thought.
“Aaron that is not true, that is her average. She is bitter so she isn’t often happy any ways.” William said. Is that true? That she is bitter. Chris thought. This would be his last day with Mark and William, and it was only two days.
Chapter 3:
Talk Of The Night
“Chris is asleep Aaron.” William said. Aaron moved from the window.
“Will Melissa come?” Aaron asked. His blue eyes looked at William. William lifted his head from looking down at the floor.
“Not likely. Mark went to talk to her.” William answered. The door creaked open. Mark came in followed by Melissa.
“I see you came.” Aaron said.
“Why would I miss our planning? I am no idiot.” Melissa muttered. She was still angry from lunch. A knife went through the air. Melissa hit it with her scythe.
“It that guy again.” Melissa growl. She ran out of the room to run after him.
“Melissa, come back.” Aaron called. Melissa almost got the person, but the jumped and got out the window.
“Coward.” Melissa muttered. She began to walk back.
“Do you want to wake up the whole castle?” Aaron asked. He was now glaring at her. Melissa met his glare.
“Why would I be doing so?” Melissa said. They went back into the room. Melissa leaned against the wall.
“You know, we all still have to stop Winston.” Melissa muttered.
“That is not why we are here. Is Chris the other one?” Aaron asked. All eyes were on Melissa now.
“I don’t know!” Melissa snapped. She didn’t like to be rushed at all. She wanted them to be patient.
“You shouldn’t be rushing me. With that person around I am in danger. You suspect me to figure it out in one night.” Melissa said. She had now calmed down from her anger that had crested her.
“Well Winston is going to attack and he just wants power.” Aaron explained.
A Traveller’s Offer
Chris sat in the burnt remains of his home. After a fire he had been very scared of his new life here in the burnt remains of his home. Charcoal stained his skin and clothes. His green eyes stared up at the crows that hovered overhead. He finally stood and didn't know where to go.
I could go to town, but face it. The people who burned down my home could be there.
Chris thought. He scavenged through the remains of his home. He found nothing. He then saw carriage pass and saw the famous traveller, Sir Mark who passed. Mark looked at the boy, and for a second, him and Chris made eye contact. Mark had green eyes and was muscular. Mark also had brown hair like Chris. Mark then kept going to Pendora. Chris's eyes widen as he watched him pass. He had to follow, Mark was a great traveler and Chris had to meet him.
Chris ran into the forest, past the trees to the river. He quickly began to wash his white shirt was now grey and washed the charcoal from his skin. Then there were his jeans, stained black now, but it didn't look to bad. He then began to wash his brown hair until it was clean. He ran fast and nearly crashed into a tree. He kept going. He had to meet him. When he finally got to camp he crashed into Sir Mark. Mark didn't fall, didn't even step back.
"You boy, I seen you by the burnt house." Mark said. He watched as Chris pulled himself from the ground.
"Yes Sir. That was I." Chris answered.
Excitement rushed through him and he felt like he was going to explode from excitement. Mark examined the boy.
"What were you doing there? You were covered in charcoal." Mark asked. Chris felt stunned; he forgot that Mark had seen him there. Now Chris was scared.
"That was my home." Chris gulped. Mark stared at him, like he was trying to see Chris's soul. To Chris it seemed to burn.
"Your an orphan." Mark sighed. Chris was now more scared then ever. What was Mark going to do with him?
Mark only looked at him. "Well the least I can do is offer you lunch." Mark said.
Mark's black hair seemed to be solid; his grey eyes seemed to be bright. "R-really! With me." Chris answered.
Excitement swelled over him quickly and it seemed he was frozen. "Come boy." Mark called. Mark got into his carriage.
"But my jeans there covered in charcoal." Chris answer. Mark looked at the boy’s jeans. "I don't mind boy, come sit." Mark told him. Chris smiled and sat down. For once something had gone good after the fire. Mark still looked at him in an odd way.
When they got there Chris was excited. Mark got then some lunch and they began to eat. Chris was still nervous about Mark's opinion of him. He was wearing stained black jeans and his shirt was now grey. Chris wanted to break the silent, but didn't know what to say to the traveler. Then he finally thought of something.
"Where do you come from?" Chris asked. Mark looked at Chris; his grey eyes seemed barren now.
"I come from Advadea, I am the traveller of king Winston and Prince Aaron." Mark explained. Chris always wanted to travel to Advadea, he never had the time to though and his parents had told him it was too far away.
"I always wanted to travel there." Chris sighed.
His heart seems to sink; now he would never go to the Kingdom of Advadea. With his parents’ dead, he had almost no money. Mark looked at the boy, knowing sorrows filled his heart.
"Well you are an orphan, you can travel with me if you want to?" Mark asked.
"I need a good cook. If you can?" Mark finished his sentence and looked at the boy. Chris's eyes widen, he knew how to cook very well.
"Yes I can cook and I would love to come with you Sir Mark." Chris answered. He was
now excited, for now he would be known to the world, not just the town of Pendora, but perhaps the world or just there land of Kangdana.
"You know boy I never got your name. What is it?" Mark asked.
His stern grey eyes looked into the boy's blue eyes. Nervously Chris answered.
"My name is Chris." Mark smiled, as if amused of his name.
"Chris, well we better get going if we are going to get to Advadea by nightfall." Mark explained. He led the boy out the door and the hopped into the carriage. Mark grabbed the rains of the horse and they began to ride off.
Another man ho rode in the back of the carriage looked at Chris, but didn’t say a word to him. Chris watched as they passed the burnt house, his once home, was gone and he was going to new horizons.
Chris remembered his parents, how he wished he could be with them one last time. The man in the back finally spoke up.
“Sir Mark, you know not many will like this, do you?” Mark didn’t turn, but it was as if he was thinking of what to say.
“Yes I do William. Many will not, but lets face it we need a cook.” Mark answered. After hearing the man’s name, it made Chris feel more comfortable around him for some reasoning. William was tall and muscular and had black hair and brown eyes that seemed not to care much for Chris. The road was bumpy and it was far. Chris had only seen tree, but then he could see a few mountains. Still they rode on.
“How far is Advadea?” Chris asked. His voice seems to crock under pressure. Mark looked at him for a second, as if he had forgotten he was there.
“Just over the mountains.” Mark answered. The way seemed long and boring.
“Sir Mark, we can’t possibly make it over the mountains before nightfall.” William said. William was still looking at Chris.
Chris could feel William’s brown eyes staring at him. Fear now surged through Chris.
“I know, we can camp here tonight.” Mark said. Mark pulled on the rains and the horses stopped and then went to the side. William pulled out the sleeping bags, three in this case. A few minutes later the stars came out.
Chris couldn’t sleep, so he left his sleeping beg and went into the forest. It seemed like the forest was calling to him. A bone-chilling howl broke through the quiet night. Chris was deep in the forest, a little scared. Then Chris could see red eyes though the trees. Chris stopped, fear gathered in him. A large Wolf Man walked out of the shadows.
“Look here a midnight snack.” The Wolf Man growled. Chris’s heart skipped a beat and he stepped back.
Chris was about to run, but fell back over a tree root. The Wolf Man picked Chris up. “Hmm, two choices, to curse you with the moon or to eat you. You will be killed if I curse you with the moon and I can eat you later.” The Wolf Man chuckled. Chris struggled to try and get out of his grip. Chris kicked him in the stomach and was dropped to the cold ground. He ran as fast as he could, but then tripped again, but this time on a rock. He had cuts now that put his blood on the rocks. Then the Wolf Man appeared again.
“That blood. Hmm smells delicious. I can’t waste a meal like you.” The Wolf Man growled.
“Please don’t eat me!” Chris cried. Tears streamed down his eyes. Chris was now waiting for the Wolf Man’s claws to rip into his flesh.
Blood flew into the air as the Wolf Man had cut Chris in his left and tasted his blood. Chris wailed in pain and more tears came from his eyes. Then more blood, but it wasn’t Chris’s blood. He heard a grunt from the Wolf Man as he dropped Chris.
Chris looked pass the Wolf Man’s leg to see Sir Mark standing there. Then it all went black for Chris. He had fainted from the shock and blood loss.
“Leave the boy.” Mark snapped. The Wolf Man paused to remove the knife from his upper right arm.
“Why should I? His blood and skin is tasteful.” The Wolf Man chuckled. The knife thrown at the Wolf Man was now flying through the air.
The knife made contact with Mark’s left leg. He grunted, but didn’t fall to the ground. Blood flew through the air and onto the rocks below. Taking a chance, the Wolf Man slashed Mark’s other leg. Mark had just enough time to hit the Wolf Man in the shoulder. The wolf man laugh, then spoke.
“That isn’t a good move.” Then while the Wolf Man was detracted William cut his head off with a silver blade.
“What a racket. Are you okay Mark?” William asked. Mark looked at William.
“The boy is hurt worse William. Worry about him.” Mark answered. William walked over to Chris. Chris body had much blood on it. William picked up Chris. Mark followed as they returned to the sleeping bags.
William set Chris down onto his and took out a bag.
“I will bandage the boy first. You rest Sir Mark.” William said as he grabbed a needle. He inserted it near the wound. The one wound was dark red.
“The Werewolf tried to infect him with the curse.” William said sadly. It went from a well-spoken sentence to a moan. The dark red wound changed into a lighter colour then what it was. Grabbing an old shirt he wrapped it around Chris’s wound. Mark looked at his wounds, the wounds was also dark red.
“Tried to infect me to.” Mark said. William gave him the needle and medicine.
“Well at least you’re not out.” William said. Mark did it himself since William wouldn’t.
“I just hope the boy lives to see the light.” Mark sighed. He looked at Chris’s body. William’s brown eyes stared at the blood, then retreated to look at Sir Mark.
“He will be fine.” William answered, even though there was no question.
The moon was in the middle of the dark sky. It wasn’t full so it was a good thing. Werewolves changed ever night, but on a full moon they were at the peak of there power. The moon was crescent, which meant that the Werewolf they had fought was just naturally strong.
“Did the Werewolf really wake you William? Or was it other reasons?” Mark asked. As if he suspected something.
“The same other reasons as the night before.” William answered. His brown eyes darted to Chris. Chris was still out like a light.
“You have changed William. In so many ways.” Mark sighed. Mark eyes looked down to the ground.
“Well it happens.” William said. He toke one more look at Chris.
“Chris shouldn’t travel with us to Carvak. It will be much too dangerous after what happened to night.” William was now finished what he had to say. He looked back to Mark. Mark stood up from sitting on the cold hard ground.
“If this is the one spoken of. If so he will have to stay in Advadea.” Mark sighed. Mark looked around and heard another howl.
“It is far away Mark. If not we should still stay and teach Chris how to fight. After tonight we don’t want that to happen again.” William said. This night was a close threat to Chris’s life.
“True. We can’t let this happen again. William I will stand guard tonight. I am not that much injured that I can’t guard Chris.” Mark said.
“No Mark. You are weak I can guard Chris. I don’t want it that you might die on watch. You rest I can’t get to sleep.” William demanded. Mark looked into the brown eyes of William. His green eyes blazed as if he would certainly disagree with what William had said.
“Fine you can watch Chris. I just hope he will be okay. We can’t let him die. He is too important.” Mark said. William only nodded.
William was tired, but knew that he would be best to watch for any threat to them. Mark was now laying down on his in his sleeping bag and began to doze into a long sleep that may turn out restless. The horses were oddly still asleep.
William looked up at the crescent moon; there were many reasons why the Werewolf didn’t attack. That only Mark and him knew about. William toke one more look at Chris. His brown eyes seem to burn and his black hair swung when he turned to look at him.
“Good Luck Chris. You will need all your strength for what you might have to do. All I hope is that Melissa will be pleased.” William whispered. Acting as if Chris could hear him at the moment.
Chapter 2:
Finish The Trip To Advadea
Chris’s eyes opened, he looked to see that he was injured. He noticed William was sitting on the carriage, eyes closed. William’s eyes opened as he looked at Chris.
“I see you are awake.” William said. Chris noticed that Mark was gone. Chris was now nevus; he now thought that Mark was dead.
“Where is Mark?” Chris asked. Eyes filled with much worry, hoping he was okay.
“He is down at the stream. The horses needed a drink; we also needed more water before we go to Advadea.” William answered. A few moments later Mark appeared from the woods.
“Lets go we don’t have all day.” Mark said. He got the horses ready. Everyone got into the carriage. Then they were off on the road to Advadea. Soon they arrived to the foot of the mountain. Chris thought that William hated him very much, enough that he wouldn’t have saved him.
“What happened to me?” Chris asked. Mark frowned, but William just leaned back against the back on his seat.
“You were attack by a Werewolf. Better be lucky he didn’t kill you.” William explained.
“If William hadn’t come we could have both been dead.” Mark sighed. William was his faithful friend, but what Chris didn’t know was about his dark secret on why he really was up that night.
“William, Mark, I am sorry for sneaking out last night. I couldn’t sleep, but I can’t believe I went out like that.” Chris said. He couldn’t tell him how it felt like the forest was calling him, trying to get him to nearly be killed. They had just started going up from the foot of the mountain and the road was bumpier then Chris had imagined.
“It is fine Chris.” William answered. Most of the way after that was quiet. Then when they got to the top, Advadea was at the bottom, undisturbed.
“There it is Advadea.” Mark smiled. He stopped the horses for a few moments for Chris to take a look at the Kingdom. Then Mark snapped the rains and the horses were off. They began to walk again and they descended down the mountain. In about two hours they were in the kingdom. People were walking to the market places and to other areas.
“Where are we going?” Chris asked. His green eyes filled with curiosity. Where could we be going? Are we just passing through Advadea? Chris thought.
“We are going to the palace. Mark needs to talk to the king Winston and Aaron.” William explained. Chris had noticed that Mark hadn’t been talking much today. Maybe he was a little mad at Chris. Chris gulped as they pulled up to the castle. They went across the bridge and made the horses wait there. Chris, thinking he wasn’t going in didn’t move after they had pulled up.
“Are you coming Chris?” Mark asked. His voice, it wasn’t angry, he must have just not wanted to talk.
“Yes.” Chris answered immediately. He jumped down from the carriage and followed William and Mark inside. He notice a girl, but she ducked away too fast for Chris to get a look at her.
“Melissa where are you going?” Mark asked smiling. The girl reappeared from where she had been. Chris noticed she had brown hair and blue eyes. What scared Chris was what she was holding. The girl was holding a scythe in her hand. It was fancy, large blue back, with a black top blade and the regular metal one below.
“I didn’t want to be seen. I don’t want trouble for you bringing that boy.” Melissa snapped. Chris now knew who the girl was.
“Still carry that scythe everywhere eh?” William asked.
“You know why.” Melissa snapped. Then she walked off. What a mysterious girl. Chris thought. Then a man with black hair and green eyes can in from a different door, King Winston, a younger man followed, that had blond hair and blue eyes, Prince Aaron.
“Sir Mark, what is going on in the South?” Winston asked. He looked at Chris then.
“Mark why is this boy here?” Winston asked, his voice a little angry. He was now frowning.
“This is Chris, our new cook for our travels. The South is fine.” Mark answered. He only looked at the king.
“That boy can’t go to Carvak with you.” Aaron said.
“Chris will stay.” William answered. He hadn’t talked much after Melissa had left. Chris was now shocked.
“But… but, I have hardly traveled.” Chris complained. Mark looked at Chris.
“It is too dangerous.” Mark told him Chris looked down at the ground with sad eyes.
“What can the boy do?” Winston asked. Stroking his chin.
“He can cook.” William answered. Chris’s dreams felt shattered. He wanted to go with William and Mark. Will they return from their journey? Chris thought. He hoped so; his hero’s death would sadden him now that he had the chance to meet him.
“We will go tomorrow Winston.” Mark said. They started to walk down the hall. Chris followed.
“Chris you should know your way around. Aaron will probably come to your room tomorrow.” William explained.
The tapping of shoes can and a girl as walking down the hall. She had short black hair, green eyes, and she was very tall.
“I heard you were back dad.” She said in a gentle voice. Dad, Mark has a daughter. Chris thought. Now it seemed he didn’t know so much about his hero after all.
“Was, but I am leaving again tomorrow. Chris this is Anna. She is my daughter.” Mark explained.
“Nice to meet you.” Anna greeted. Mark kept walking as Anna continued her way down the hall. The palace still seemed so big to Chris yet.
“By the sounds of it Chris, you will be working in the kitchen.” William said.
Chris nodded, it did seem like it by the sound in Winston’s voice. Chris all of a sudden remembered last night, the Wolf Man. Would someone like that be found here, Probably not in the palace, but in town? Chris thought. His wonders almost astonished him.
“Chris, are you even paying attention?” Mark asked. Chris came out of his thoughts. He looked at Sir Mark.
“Sorry, I was lost in thoughts.” Chris explained. They kept walking. Passing many doors and one odd door.
“What is in there?” Chris asked. He stared at the solid black door. This door was black, not brown and there was no fancy embroidering.
“Don’t go in there. That is Melissa’s room and she will be mad if you go in there. Unless if she gives you permission, don’t even touch the door.” Mark explained. Chris looked at the black door. Why is it not like the others? Chris thought. He wanted to ask, but didn’t bother. There were probably secrets in this castle. “We should head down to the Dining Room. It will be lunch soon.” William advised. They kept walking, now turning to head to the Dining hall. Melissa was already in the room. Melissa’s scythe was beside her.
Why is that thing always beside her? Does she have a lot of enemies? Chris thought. So many questions that he thought needed to be answered. Melissa glared at Chris. Then she got up and grabbed her scythe. Leaving into the hall they had just came from.
“She is still bitter.” Mark whispered. Chris was just able to hear the words that came from his mouth. Soon Aaron came from a different hallway.
“So Chris? How old are you?” Aaron asked. It seemed so long since he had been asked the question. Not even Mark or William knew Chris’s age.
“I am 16.” Chris answered to Prince Aaron’s question.
“You can begin battle training.” Aaron said. He looked around.
“Where did Melissa go? I wanted her to stay here.” Aaron asked.
“Probably to her room. I don’t see why she is still around.” Mark answered. Still around? What does he mean? Chris thought.
“The king needs her for something.” Aaron answered. Chris still was confused by the conversation.
“The plan can still work.” William said.
“What are you talking about?” Chris asked. He didn’t like being left out of this conversation.
“Well Melissa was to be executed for attempting to poison the king. That is why you should stay away from her.” Aaron explained. He sat down.
“Lets sit down.” Aaron said. The three of them sat down on one of the seats.
“The king won’t execute me.” Melissa emerged from the hall. She sat down in her seat once again.
“Melissa, what happened yesterday? There were knives in the garden.” Aaron asked. What? Knives were in a garden. What is going on here? Chris thought. He wished he knew more about this castle.
“They were thrown at me! I wasn’t going to go pick them up after that!” Melissa snapped. She had to be angry.
“Well you could have tried. Hey where are you going?” Aaron snapped back at her.
“To my room. You all act like you don’t need me!” Melissa muttered. She began to walk down the hall. A door slammed close and we could hear it from the Dining Hall.
“She is as angry as a hornet.” Aaron muttered. Chris agreed she did seem mad. He wanted to go to her room and see why she left, but remembered what Mark had told him.
“Is she really that mean?” Chris asked. He looked at Aaron.
“That is pretty much her happy.” Aaron answered with a mutter. Chris looked at the hall. If that is her angry I don’t want to see her angry. Chris thought.
“Aaron that is not true, that is her average. She is bitter so she isn’t often happy any ways.” William said. Is that true? That she is bitter. Chris thought. This would be his last day with Mark and William, and it was only two days.
Chapter 3:
Talk Of The Night
“Chris is asleep Aaron.” William said. Aaron moved from the window.
“Will Melissa come?” Aaron asked. His blue eyes looked at William. William lifted his head from looking down at the floor.
“Not likely. Mark went to talk to her.” William answered. The door creaked open. Mark came in followed by Melissa.
“I see you came.” Aaron said.
“Why would I miss our planning? I am no idiot.” Melissa muttered. She was still angry from lunch. A knife went through the air. Melissa hit it with her scythe.
“It that guy again.” Melissa growl. She ran out of the room to run after him.
“Melissa, come back.” Aaron called. Melissa almost got the person, but the jumped and got out the window.
“Coward.” Melissa muttered. She began to walk back.
“Do you want to wake up the whole castle?” Aaron asked. He was now glaring at her. Melissa met his glare.
“Why would I be doing so?” Melissa said. They went back into the room. Melissa leaned against the wall.
“You know, we all still have to stop Winston.” Melissa muttered.
“That is not why we are here. Is Chris the other one?” Aaron asked. All eyes were on Melissa now.
“I don’t know!” Melissa snapped. She didn’t like to be rushed at all. She wanted them to be patient.
“You shouldn’t be rushing me. With that person around I am in danger. You suspect me to figure it out in one night.” Melissa said. She had now calmed down from her anger that had crested her.
“Well Winston is going to attack and he just wants power.” Aaron explained.
